November 16, 2009
Really, why couldn’t he get up?
This morning as I carried Zozer through the rain into school, we sang together:
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November 4, 2009
Zoe Games
Zoe has been playing a game in the car, where she holds out a certain number of fingers and asks me to remember (guess, actually, but she calls it remember) how many she has. I don’t have the rearview mirror tilted to where I can see her, so it really is a guessing game. She gets a big kick out of it, so I play along.
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October 28, 2009
Dear God, It’s Me, Dumbass
Dear God,
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October 22, 2009
Bits and pieces
Don’t you love it when, a mere four days after you buy an ungodly expensive computer, the company releases an even better model with a bigger screen and a wireless mouse and keyboard standard AND prices it two hundred bucks less than what you just paid? Yeah, I love that, too. As I’m sure do the fine folks at the Apple store who received a phone call from me today. “Ummm, can you help me out here?” Thankfully, we’re within the 2-week return policy, so my new iMac will be packed up, taken back, and exchanged for an even newer iMac that costs less. Go figure.
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October 17, 2009
Flood
Well, I’ve just done my part to stimulate the economy.
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October 14, 2009
Well, THAT’S a new one
Zoe finds all kinds of excuses to get out of bed after we’ve put her down. Drinks of water, potty runs, I can’t find Hootie, I’m hot, etc. All the usual reasons kids have used through the ages.
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October 11, 2009
Multi-tasking
It turns out that if you cry and vacuum at the same time, two things happen:
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October 8, 2009
Long day, yesterday
When can I go? I’m ready to go. I’m ready for this.
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October 7, 2009
Irony
I eat when I am stressed.
I eat everything. And a lot of it.
I snack and nosh and a little of this and a lot of that.
And then my pants get tight.
Which means, okay, I’ve put on a little weight.
“I’ll get to it after graduation,” I tell myself.
“I have too much going on to worry about that now.”
But then there’s the realization that I can’t even take comfort in buying some new Fat Pants.
Because I don’t have time to go shopping for new Fat Pants.
So now I have Fat Pants stress.
And I eat when I am stressed.
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October 6, 2009
Second Wind
Nope, I’m not giving up. I can not, should not, and will not give up. Turns out I got some fight left in me after all. So life has some bumps…isn’t that what makes us appreciate the good times more than ever? Why on earth should I give up something I love (blogging) just because I’m busy? No sense in moping about it…just do it already. Shut up, and do it.
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